Seeing that the attacking man missed, he turned and slashed behind him.

However, Ye Siming was faster. He covered Gu Nuo'er's neck with one hand to prevent her from turning her head to see the **** scene that was coming.

The other hand quickly grabbed the man's neck.

Before the man could beg for mercy, the boy had already crushed his neck.

Afterwards, Ye Siming swung his arm and threw the corpse in his hand to the side.

The screams in the crowd grew louder, and the crowd fled in panic.

Only Ye Siming had high killing intent in his eyes.

He gently picked up his black boots, and the short knife on the ground was firmly grasped in his hand.

Ye Siming looked back, and three sword-wielding assassins were attacking him behind him.

The young man protected Gu Nuo'er's head and retreated gracefully, avoiding these cold blades.

In his eyes, the movements of these people were like slashing and sweeping without any rules.

Ye Siming was dark and cold, with narrow eyes with strong killing intent, looking at the three people in front of him.

Suddenly, he jerked his hand, and the short knife that was still in his palm just flew straight to the side.

In the middle of an assassin's chest ready to shoot arrows!

The assassin originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to launch dark arrows, but as long as Yongye Hou was injured, he would be unable to protect the little princess!

But this Yongye Hou seems to have three heads and six arms.

Even without looking at the direction in which he was hiding, he was able to throw the knife accurately.

The assassin fell in a pool of blood and died in an instant.

Ye Siming had already retreated in front of Jiang Xiaoran with Gu Nuoer in his arms.

His eyes were filled with a dangerous look like a wolf, with a gloomy look like he was about to attack and prey.

It was as if all suspicious people, no matter where they were hiding, had already been seen by him.

The people sent by King Guang gradually surrounded him.

There are as many as fifteen people.

With swords in their hands, they surrounded Ye Siming and the others.

Ye Siming reached out and took Jiang Xiaoran's fan in his hand.

Jiang Xiaoran was startled: "What are you doing with this!"

Ye Siming gnashed his teeth slightly, his voice cold: "Of course it's murder."

When it was too late, Ye Siming jumped on the table with his boots.

The old man who just sold the tea hid under the table, hugging his head and screaming in fright.

I saw the second phase of the boy's soaring body, and the black boots directly stepped on an assassin's head.

When he put pressure on him, the assassin was caught off guard, and his knees went weak and fell to the ground.

At the same time, Ye Siming bent over and avoided the long sword swung from the other side.

He stabbed with his hand.

With a "swoosh", the fan unfolded, throwing out bloodstains all over the place.

Jiang Xiaoran's golden-edged folding fan, which was originally used to pretend to be cool and handsome, turned into a murder weapon in Ye Siming's hands!

The stabbed gangster suddenly fell to the ground.

His comrades saw it around and involuntarily backed away.

However, Ye Siming didn't plan for them to run away at all.

He held Gu Nuoer alone, with a folding fan in his hand, and approached the assassins who surrounded him with a cold pace.

Originally, the assassins relied on a large number of people, but now they have retreated.

Forced by Ye Siming, he even wanted to throw away his sword and run away!

The young man suddenly flew into them, the golden fan in his hand was like an extremely handy sword.

Wherever he went, the flowers of blood bloomed.

Ye Siming's movements were elegant, as if he was strolling in his own garden.

Gu Nuo'er lay on his shoulders, and finally couldn't help but let out a snort: "Well..."

Ye Siming made a move in his hand.

I was so happy to kill that I forgot that the little guy was still here.

The blood-stained folding fan in Ye Siming's hand stopped.

He turned his eyes slightly and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"